Marijuana

“You know what it made me do? It made me stop thinking about what other people think about me, and these people aren’t even thinking those things about me. It was me thinking them.”

My biggest regret? Not asking Leslie Davis out! he laughs. The only other regret I have, not smoking pot in college. Not kidding. Marijuana saved my life. It helped with my anxiety. Remember, I was going to shoot myself. It saved my life. I’m not a pills person, I hate pills to death; I’m not a needle person, I’m phobic of needles. And drinking myself to death would really suck, too.

One day, my little brother got me high, and ‘Oh my God, I can do this?!’ They’re saying all this negative stuff about this?! Bro, I never felt so good in my entire life. It made me stop thinking about what other people think about me, and these people aren’t even thinking those things about me. It was me thinking them. It killed it, it told me not to give a fuck, basically. Excuse my cussing. At the end of the day, the last person I know is me, my own self. I have to go to sleep, I have to wake up with all that on my mind, no one else. Always, every single day, I have to go to sleep with it, and I wake up with it. So why would I do that to myself? No one else is doing it to me.